Naomie is my cousin, talking to her brings me back to my childhood in Port-au-Prince, and her family in the country whom she left when she turned seven. It’s only today that I discovered who she really is and, thanks to her, the sense and use of « mutual aid » even in my own family. When growing up with your parents seems of common sense, there is a small part of the world where it stands as a privilege

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